We are doin' it wrong!
This beautiful Barred Owl has staked out our property as part of its territory. In the evenings she comes out and sits on the electrical wires that run along the street. More silent than a whisper she dives to the dry grass to snatch an unsuspecting mouse. Then, ghost-like she ascends back to her wire perch. Still as a porcelain statue she waits. We watch, transfixed, until dusk shrouds her from our human eyes.
Yesterday morning, when the dew was heavy on the goldenrod and asters, I spied our owl, sprouting like an extension of the bluebird house. Why she was still out hunting when the sun had already climbed over the treeline I do not know. But I was so glad to see her there, and so pleased that she stayed long enough to pose for some photos.
Want to hear the wonderful voice of the barred owl? Click here: http://www.tooter4kids.com/owls/sounds_made.htm
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